So last weekend I was sick. I was miserable. I went to bed super early Friday night and when Shaun went to work Saturday morning, I woke up and took more drugs. I then proceeded to sleep until 1pm. I woke-up dehydrated and still feeling like crap. So, I moved down to the couch, got some water and made myself comfortable on the couch. I stayed there until I went to bed Saturday night and repeated the whole process again on Sunday.
You get the idea - I was out of it. So, knowing that Shaun can't afford to miss work I made him stay away from me. I even tried to shove some drugs on him. Didn't work. Of course it didn't - that's my luck. He called me yesterday and said "my throat feels like razor blades." Wonderful! Luckily he has Thursdays off and is home today.
It also turns out that everyone in my office is sick. Yes, I will admit, I was not feeling great Friday nor was I really feeling great on Monday. But, we have our own offices and I stick to mine. And my co-workers pretty much stick to theirs but I'm wondering if we're all still just passing it all around. UGH! I hate germs! I went almost a year without being sick and now I feel like I'm constantly fighting something.
Okay, I've complained. I'm done. I'm going to Jazzercise. Yes, I go to Jazzercise. No, it's not the whole 80s dance thing you're thinking of - it's cooler than that and I love it. Now that I feel like I won't have an asthma attack and die sometime during the hour class, I'm going. I've actually missed it.
